Every wish is made in 2’s ;
The first, for what we want,
The second, that the first will come true.
And when we lose that patience,
The willingness to wait,
Perspective soon follows.
It’s a kick to the head,
With incredible force.
The impact can cave in your chest,
And flip it inside out.
Converting your fledgling hopes into a sloppy, wet mess.
Everything feels empty. Everybody seems numb to your pain…
Like a flock of careless Lotus-Eaters
In a puddle of blood,
Squeezed fresh from your shriveling husk
If you let it…
But bet on my words.
Every pain comes in 2’s ;
The burn you first feel,
And the learning